Chapter 53 : When Danger Comes




*Mila*

When I left Soren, I went to my room in the inn. The spellbook from the box was open on my dresser. Ever since I got back from the dream that April had sent me into, I felt like I could understand more of the text.

I'd spent hours staring at it but I hadn't been able to make any words out. It just felt familiar when I looked at it.

Sighing, I picked up the book and flipped through it. I couldn't help but wonder if it was my mother's handwriting in that book. Somehow, the spells in it felt even older.

I plopped down on the bed and flipped to the beginning of the book, studying the simple text. Maybe a name or an introduction.

Scanning over the unusual language, I brushed my thumb over the inked characters wishing that they would tell me what they said.

Was it possible to do a spell to translate the book?

I'd been successful at casting spells before. My memory proved that and I had broken a curse on a whole village. Whenever I felt very strongly about something, I could focus on my desires and pray to the Moon Goddess.

It always felt like the Moon Goddess was with me, filling me with a strong power that consumed me. It always felt like the Moon Goddess was speaking directly to me and telling me what to do and say.

Like she was guiding me.

Could I create that connection whenever I wanted or only when I was focused on casting a really important spell? Would I be able to make spells up or could I only use spells my mother had taught me when I was a child?

I knew I had to strongly desire what I wanted to make the magic happen.

As curious as I was to read the spells in the book, I didn't desire it strongly. I didn't feel about it the same way I felt about healing that child or breaking the curse. It was something I wanted, not something I needed.

But there had to be other ways to get information or tap into my own powers…

Closing the book, I set it on my lap. I crossed my legs and rested my hands on my knees. Maybe, I could put myself into my own dream-like trance, like April had done, and I could see some more memories.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and focused my mind on my past memories. I thought of the way I felt as April had put me into that trance.

Drowsy, detached from my body, light, and floating.

My head dipped and I swayed slightly.

I breathed in through the nose and out through the mouth, deepening my breath and keeping my eyes closed.

I thought of my childhood with my parents, the mansion, the woods. I focused on the feeling of happiness from my childhood, from before the fire and the destruction of my pack.

My mind unfolded and I felt like I was wandering into a dream. I was still aware enough of my body to know that I was sitting on the bed but I wasn't seeing the room or feeling the room anymore.

I was feeling my past and my memories.

The image in my mind became that of the forest where I'd met Helen when I was dreaming, many times. The woods weren't the same as my dreams. It was older and damaged, like I was seeing the woods years after the fire.

I heard a grunt and I whipped around.

Helen was lying on the forest floor. She clutched her stomach, her dress and clothes stained with blood. She was breathing hard.

As soon as she saw me, her eyes nearly popped out of her head.


“Mila!?" she gasped.

Helen winced and groaned, turning onto her side slightly.

I went to her and knelt down beside her.

“Helen, what happened to you? Is there anything I can do for you?" I asked, looking her over. I touched her and she was solid.

Was she here? Was this a dream or a memory?

“Mila, what are you doing here?" she asked, her breathing labored. Sweat dripped down her forehead.

“I was meditating and… that's not important. What happened to you?" I asked.

She reached for me with a blood-stained hand.

I grabbed her hand, squeezing her warm, slippery fingers in my own. Tears pricked my eyes even though I couldn't tell if this was real or not.

“It doesn't matter… you don't need to worry about me…" Helen winced again and her hand slipped from mine.

“Let me help you…"

“Mila, I don't have much time left," she said more urgently. “Since you're here… that means your witch power has started to awaken…" she gasped and her eyes rolled back.

“No! Stay with me, Aunt Helen," I said. I put my arm around her shoulders and lifted her slightly, hugging her against my chest.

“You found the box in Miltern, didn't you?" she asked, looking up at me with a pained, affectionate smile.

“Yes! I was there. I found the box and… I was able to break the curse," I told her, smiling.

Helen's eyes lit up and tears brimmed. She blinked them back and sighed.

If she was asking me about the curse, this had to be real, right? It had to be some kind of vision of Helen in the present moment.

“You lifted the curse? Oh, my sweet girl. Thank you… thank you so much. Your… parents would be so proud," she gasped out. Wincing again, Helen reached for my face and then her hand dropped.

“You're welcome. I was just doing what I had to. But Aunt Helen, I have questions for you." I told her, tightening my arm around her a little more.

Helen sniffled and blinked, fresh tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

“Mila, please don't call me 'aunt.' My dear… I don't deserve that…" she said, shaking her head and sobbing.

“What? What are you talking about? You're my mother's sister, that makes you my aunt," I reminded her.

“Your mother was the powerful one. She was the witch. But I… I could always see the future. One of my visions has caused all this chaos and destruction…" she told me.

“I don't believe that. You're not responsible for what happened, even if you saw it. Just because you say it doesn't mean you could control it," I said, defending her to herself.

“But I tried to. I tried to change things and that's when everything went horribly wrong," she said. She closed her eyes and shook her head back and forth.

“What happened?" I asked, needing answers.

Helen was right. She didn't have a lot of time left. I could tell and I wanted to know what she knew!

“I was young and ignorant, thinking that I could change the future. But it is my fault," she insisted.

“What is your fault? How did my parents die?" I pressed urgently.

“Your parents died… because of me," she admitted with a long, heavy sigh.

“No!" I shook my head. “I don't believe that, Aunt Helen. My parents died because of greed and conspiracy."

“Oh, Mila, you are truly a wonderful young woman. I wish… I wish Jessica was here to see you now. She'd be so proud…" Helen whispered.

“I don't blame you. Whatever you saw, whatever you tried to do, at least you tried. You're not responsible for the outcome," I insisted.

She smiled weakly, her tears glistening in her eyes. “My dear, sweet girl, the past is in the past. It cannot be changed, so please don't let it haunt you."

“It doesn't," I assured. It was a lie, but I wanted her to feel better in her painful, last moments.

“The future… it can't be changed either. No matter what you know or what you see, it can't be changed," she told me.

“That… can't be true…"

“It is. We can't change the future so all we can do is cherish our present," Helen said. She sighed and closed her eyes.

“Helen! Helen!" I said, shaking her slightly.

She coughed and her lips turned up slightly. “I'm still here. Be gentle with me."

“I'm sorry."

“Listen, Mila, someday, you will meet your mate. When that day comes, live a happy life and cherish him and the time you have. That's what I ask of you, what your parents would want for you…"

Helen sighed again and her body sagged in my arms. She muttered something else, her voice trailing off. The vision began to fade.



I tried to hold onto her but she slipped from my fingers. All my focus and willpower was on maintaining that image of her.

She was almost invisible when she opened her eyes again and looked at me.

“I wish I could spend more time with you and get to know you… please, my dear niece, find the artifact. It belongs to you. Find the Blade of Souls. When your beloved is in danger… you will need it…

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